Crazy in Love Read Online S.L. Scott

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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“Eight months for me,” she offers without missing a beat. “I threw out the small stash I had after a bottle of champagne and a broken date two months ago. I swore off men that night. But here you are, and neither of us is prepared. Go figure.”

“Yeah, go figure.” My dick never falters as we wait for her to determine our next step. “I’ll run to the store.” I turn to grab my pants, but she sits up in a panic.

Grabbing my hand, she says, “I’m on the pill.”

“But we need—”

“It’s okay. I trust you, Harrison.” She pulls me close enough to encourage me into bed with her.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t want to stop, not with her. I will, though, if that’s what she wants. She kisses me, giving me every reason to believe her words.

Cupping my face, she kisses me again before we fall between the sheets. Holding her in my arms, I settle between her legs as her body blooms under my kisses. I can’t blame the alcohol, only myself for what I’m about to do. And although my mind has a million thoughts zipping through it, my body knows what it wants. Her.

So I won’t tell her no. Nor will I deny her pleasure. Her pleasure is ultimately mine.

When she moves on top of me, I push everything out of my mind except for what’s right in front of me, on top of me, and around me. Staring at her tits and curves, her smile, and the mischievous glint in her eyes.

This isn’t how I thought we’d start, but there aren’t any complaints from me. Tatum lifts and then slowly slides down, her heat engulfing me and causing my eyes to close. “Oh fuck.”

Heaven.

Hell.

And the purgatory between.

I’m caught in every emotion and state of being, lost inside her, no barrier between us, as she begins to ride me. “Look at me, Harrison,” she commands. Her words come out as if the demand itself stole her breath away.

Opening my eyes, I watch as our bodies move, as they remember the way they once danced. I move to feed the deep-seated tightening inside, but the craving can’t be satisfied. So I grab her hips and start fucking her.

When she puts her hands on my chest, I drive into her. She comes down and bounces on my lap before hovering over me, our eyes locked on each other’s. “Slow down,” she says, her voice low in the dimly lit room. “I don’t want to rush.”

Reaching over, she pushes a button, and the curtains begin to close. Here I thought we were about to give New York more of a show than we already have. I pull the covers to my thighs, exposing her bare body for only me to see. I worship at her altar as I give her everything I can when inside her and the passion she deserves with every kiss that’s pressed to her lips.

Her head tilts back, the tip of her hair wading across the tops of my thighs. When she’s leaning back, her tits are perky, the nipples perfect pink buds begging to be . . . I reach up and run the pad of my thumbs over each one until they perk and harden.

When her hands land on my legs and those tits are paraded in front of my face, I cup them and then bring one to my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. I leave it wet and wanting like her and move to the other to do the same.

Though she’s settled on top of me, there’s no less a frenzy of feelings and touches shared between us. Starting a slow but steady rocking action, she feels too good to last long.

The scorching heat of our bodies’ connection is intense. I take a deep breath, everything feeling more than it ever has before. The barrier of a condom was black and white to the technicolor of being bare.

Gripping her hips, I thrust up, moving in and out as I hunt for the release that will send me over the edge. I watch her tits bounce as I fuck the breath from her, getting off on how much she’s turned on. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

The tips of her fingers sweep across my forehead, pushing my hair to the side. “You’re only saying that because you’re inside me right now.”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” My words are spurs that get her moving to the pace she was begging from me earlier—faster, harder . . .

“I’m going to come again,” she exhales on a harsh breath, her eyes still latched to mine.

The climb to the edge is exhilarating, and my body pulses in anticipation. I’m close, but I want to watch her fall apart again and feel her succumb to the bliss while riding me.


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